Sleep is my escape of reality. I just want to sleep forever because of my shitty reality. I assure you, my life is the most boring story you never wanted to hear. If dying is the only solution then I'd kill myself without hesitation but, I know there are other solutions that might, just might, save me from all of this fucking problems. I don't want to kill myself because I believe that it would send me to hell and heck no I don't want to go there it's hot as fuck there and I don't want to burn forever. I'd just let myself die by being so old or by an accident or something. Some people are probably wondering why I want to die now. So here I am, about to tell my story on how fucking ruined I am.
-June 15
I woke up from a very nice sleep and guess what? It's my birthday! Hell yeah I am so excited to celebrate my birthday with my parents. It's their wedding anniversary too so that means double celebration and stuff! They both went out last night thou.
I ran down the stairs and saw my parents sitting down on the couch slightly cuddling and watching tv.
"Good Morning mom and dad" I said to them.
"Morning" they both said and slightly smiled.
"Happy Anniversary to you two!" I ran to them and hugged them both and they just laughed and thanked me.
I waited for them to greet me but nothing came out of their mouths. I sighed and went to the fridge to get some food for breakfast. I got some eggs and some sliced bread and went to the kitchen and made some toast and cooked the eggs.
While eating I just went to twitter and tweeted some stuff
'Happy bday to me. Happy bday to me. Happy bday happy bday to me. x'
I got some favorites from strangers who followed me and some greetings.
I am always a slow eater. I don't wanna rush so it took me like 40 minutes to eat the food cause I'm always busy with twitter.
I went to take a shower and brought my phone with me because I always watch youtube videos while I'm in the shower or listen to some music that I can dance to. I contemplate life and cry a little and act like I'm in a fight. I go crazy when I'm in the shower. It feels good when I'm in a cold shower. I've always loved cold places, especially snow! I love it so much even thou it's so cold I just love it so much. It's gloomy for me and I've always admired gloomy stuff.
I got out of the shower and changed into my house clothes and after that I heard a knock on the door.
"Wait a minute!" I yelled from upstairs and rushed down the stairs.
I opened the door and greeted our neighbor "Oh, hey Theresa."
"Hi darling" she smiled at me and I returned one too.
"What can I help you with?" I asked her.
"Where's your mom and dad?" She wondered nervously and I looked at the couch that they were sitting on and I saw..nothing.
"Uhh, I think they went out when I was in the shower but uh I saw them here this morning" I answered unsure of what to say.
"Hm okay. Just tell them happy anniversary for me okay?" I nodded and about to close the door but she made me stop by saying,
"Happy Birthday to you too."
I opened the door and smiled and hugged her.
"Thank you." I said as I released her.
"No worries honey, do you want to come over at our house? I made some cakes to eat!" She suggested.
It would be a nice idea than being alone in this house all by myself because my parents left me here ugh. Theresa's been like a more mother to me than my real mom it's kinda odd but I consider her as my second mom really. She always takes care of me when I'm down cause Sheila, my mom, is always busy to I don't even know.
